While walking around Nicaraguan neighborhoods, most people and children were smiling and happy, running about. Unafraid to approach you. This little girl stood still. Barely no movement, carrying a sense of contempt and anger. She was unsettled for some inexplicable reason that I will never know. She stood there while other children played and danced and it forced me to be grateful for sadness... I realized then, without it, there is no definition of happiness.